Summon players, rebuild Dawei

With the advent of spring, the situation in many places has fallen into chaos like a field overgrown with weeds. On the contrary, the southern counties of Xunzhou, where wars were frequent at the beginning, have been in a short period of peaceful development since the beginning of winter last year.

After a winter of construction, the surrounding areas of Miryang and the official road from Miryang to Xunyang have finally been paved. The open and flat road greatly facilitates the business travelers traveling between the two places, making the businessmen who come to Miryang a new level. ladder.

In the future, the road construction project will continue to spread in all directions, but after entering the spring, the farmers who are idle in the cold winter will return to the fields, which will inevitably slow down the progress of road construction.

However, Jiang Shu is not in a hurry. Paving the road is a time-consuming and labor-intensive project, and it is destined not to be completed in a short time. Compared with transportation construction, planting food must be more important now.

The sunshine in the early spring morning is clear and abundant, shining on the newly sprouted young seedlings in the farmland.

It rained continuously for several days, and finally the weather cleared up. Jiang Shu dragged Xie Min out for a walk, and went to the official fields outside the city to see the growth of the crops.

It happened that Yan Ruyu was also there, so I explained to them along the way.

Walking on the slightly wet and soft field ridge, each step leaves a mark.

Looking at the green seedlings growing in the field, Jiang Shu asked, "Is this a pepper?"

"Yes, last year chili peppers were very popular, but this year they have grown a lot." Yan Ruyu raised her hand and pointed to the field on the left, "Look, there used to be two acres of land over there. When they are harvested, they can be made into chili sauce. The government has been eating for a year."

"Where are the ones here?" Jiang Shu glanced to the right. The leaves of the seedlings in the field were wide and long, with red and purple veins, which looked strange.

"Here are the beets!"

"This is beet? It grows so fast." Jiang Shu sighed softly, and then asked, "Then what is the yield of this beet, and when can it be harvested?"

"Because we don't have seeds, we can only use the beetroot you gave us to grow seedlings and plant them again, so the initial yield must not be much," Yan Ruyu explained, "As for harvesting, sugar beet is a biennial herb that accumulates nutrients in the first year In the second year, the flowering branches will be drawn out to form seeds, and it will not be until next year at the earliest."

Jiang Shu suddenly realized that he originally wanted to build a sugar factory before the beets were harvested. Now, according to Yan Ruyu, it will take at least two to three years until the seeds are cultivated and planted on a large scale. It is too early to make money from sugar production. very.

Another dream of making big money was shattered, Jiang Shu shook his head slightly.

Wanting to sigh with others, he turned his head and looked at Xie Min who was walking slowly beside him.

Along the way, the other party was quiet and did not participate in any topics. The sunlight reflected on his warm white robes, reflecting bright brilliance, but on the contrary made his face look cold and somewhat absent-minded.

"Thank you brother."

At first, he called softly, but there was no response. Jiang Shu called out again with a slightly louder voice, and the other party came back to his senses, and looked at him with a slightly dazed gaze.

Seeing his appearance, Jiang Shu also forgot what she wanted to say just now, and instead asked with concern: "Brother Xie is worried about family affairs?"

The reason why he asked this question was because he heard that a caravan from the Xie clan entered the city this morning, and the leader of the caravan came to the official office to deliver a letter from home to Xie Yin.

He didn't know what was written in the letter, but seeing Xie Min's preoccupied appearance, it is likely that he was worried about his family.

"If you are worried about your home, you can go back and have a look. I will prepare medicine pills for you."

Hearing this, Xie Min suddenly stopped in his tracks and asked in a low voice, "Do you want me to go back?"

"Of course I hope you will stay with me here," Jiang Shu said truthfully, "But the situation in Hengchuan is complicated now, you must be worried if you stay here, besides, brother Xie hasn't seen his family for more than a year, right?"

Xie Yin was silent for a while, but shook his head and said: "There is a father and elder brother at home, so there is nothing to worry about."

Unexpectedly, he guessed the wrong direction, Jiang Shu asked: "Then what were you thinking about just now?"

"I was thinking about an important thing in life, and now I have the answer."

Jiang Shu raised his eyebrows slightly: "What is it?"

Xie Min lowered his eyes to meet his gaze, and the other party raised his face, his eyes shining with the sunshine of the sunny day.

All of a sudden, the ink characters on his father's letter appeared in front of his eyes.

"The building is about to fall, and there is no tree to support. I am over half a hundred years old, and I have no intention of fighting for power. I just want to let nature take its course. However, considering the future generations of the clan, I have to find a way out..."

"Your uncle made a divination yesterday, and good fortune is in the old capital. According to him, the prosperity of my Xie family should continue in the north..."

"Qiuyue compares Jiang Shu to a white phoenix spreading its wings, but it's up to you to decide whether it's a phoenix or a bird..."

Jiang Shu didn't know what he was thinking about, but felt that the other party's deep and peaceful sight seemed to contain an infinite and vast space, which was wrapping himself from beginning to end.

This unknown hallucination made him a little nervous, Jiang Shu frowned slightly: "Brother Xie?"

Called back by his clear voice, Xie Min withdrew his thoughts, glanced at the amulet hanging on his waist, then looked away, and said calmly: "Next year, you will know."

Jiang Shu was still puzzled, but the other party stopped talking, turned around and walked forward.

When the clothes fluttered, they brushed against the surrounding green grass, raising fine dust and water droplets, which danced leisurely under the golden light.

·

"Long Te'ao, what do you think I got? Oh! It's the April monthly report!"

Walking into the canteen of the military camp, Zhang Rui deliberately sat in front of Long Te'ao who was having breakfast, opened the newspaper and pretended to be puzzled: "Eh? I vaguely remember that someone once said that he was going to write a shocking masterpiece to be published in the newspaper." , It’s already April, why haven’t I seen this masterpiece yet? Could it be that someone forgot about it, what a pity!”

Long Te'ao raised his head to look at him, rolled his eyes and said, "Just say what you want to say, it's weird."

"I'm so angry, didn't you say this yourself?" Zhang Rui pretended to be innocent, "Or, I was right, and you actually wrote it, but the writing was too poor and rejected?"

Long Te'ao sneered: "How is it possible, I'm too busy, I have to do my daily work, and I have to manage the spies of the Huns, so I don't have time to write."

"Can't find time to write three chapters in two months?"

"That's right, but I've already conceived the first three chapters, just wait, you'll be able to see my masterpiece in the newspaper next month."

After all, Long Te'ao drank the remaining porridge in one gulp, pulled off his mask coldly, then picked up the remaining steamed buns and stuffed them into his pocket, with a look of "brother is busy, I don't have time to chat with you" He swaggered out of the cafeteria.

Returning to his own separate residence in the barracks, as soon as Longteo opened the door, a tall man with a beard bowed to him: "Master, welcome back."

The scene of being welcomed back by a bearded man calling "Master" is really weird, but Long Te'ao is used to it, casually throwing the steamed buns he brought back to his chest, saying "here, your breakfast", and then So he sat down at the desk with a depressed face, took out his manuscript and stared blankly.

In fact, he lied to Zhang Rui. He had already written the three chapters of the new work last month, but he didn't submit it to the newspaper. The reason was simple - he couldn't write traditional Chinese characters.

This manuscript is not only in simplified Chinese throughout, but also because it is written in pencil, it has been scribbled and changed a lot, which looks quite unclear.

How could such a thing be sent to a newspaper to pass the draft?

Long Te'ao was very worried, but he didn't want to ask the players from the county school to help him rewrite it. Otherwise, if the matter spread, he would be ridiculed again.

Because the gold medal writer can't understand traditional Chinese characters, he can only find someone to write the manuscript. Doesn't it seem that he is very uneducated?

The Xiongnu behind him ate steamed buns, and made a noisy noise, which was disturbing.

"Hey, I'm talking about you," Long Te'ao turned his head. He wanted to make the other party eat more politely, but the words turned into, "Xiaoba, can you write?"

The big Hun man called "Little Bus" looked stunned for a moment, swallowed the last mouthful of steamed buns, then shook the dregs on his beard and nodded.

"Really, do you know how to write?" Long Te'ao suddenly sat up straight, approached the other party and asked, "Can you also write Chinese characters?"

The minibus said honestly: "We Huns use Han characters."

"Damn it?" Long Te'ao was surprised, and then he thought that the Xiongnu here is seriously Sinicized, and it's not surprising that Chinese characters are commonly used inside.

As for why an ordinary Hun is still literate, it is understandable considering his original identity. After all, the job of a spy is to pretend to be others and to pass on information, so he must find someone with a smarter mind to do it.

After thinking about this, Long Te'ao was both excited and regretful.

Before, he only thought about asking players from the county school to help him write, but why didn't he think that there were ancient people around him who might be able to write!

Of course, it's not too late to find out now.

Well, there is a servant who can read and write, and his masterpiece is finally expected to be sent for submission.

Long Teao got up quickly, let the Huns sit on his seat, and began to teach him how to hold a pencil.

After the minibus learned to write with a pencil, he spread out a blank piece of paper and said with a serious attitude: "Now, let me say something, and you write something. Don't have any doubts, you understand?"

The Xiongnu looked up at his black mask, not daring to respond.

"Okay, I'm starting to read, you are ready." Long Te'ao picked up his manuscript and read out the content slowly.

"There is a ghost in the world, called painted skin. It hides in human skin and walks in the world. No one knows its true face..."

Yes, the new work he conceived is a horror novel about ghosts and gods. The protagonist is not a single person, but a group of people. The underworld was punished.

Needless to say, the prototype of this Ghost Army is naturally their Flying Eagles.

What he wrote was a serious ghost-hunting story, but Xiongnu Xiaoba didn't know this. Hearing the black-robed man read the words and phrases describing ghosts behind him in a low voice, the more he wrote, the more he felt the hairs stand up.

After the painted skin ghost eats people, it leaves a complete human skin, which can be disguised as an adult to move around in the world.

He couldn't help but recall that at the beginning, he obviously killed the man in black robe behind him, but the man came back alive to take revenge on him the next day. Could it be that their masked men are a group of painted ghosts in human skin...

"Hey, write well, why are your hands shaking?"

The Xiongnu didn't dare to look back, and stammered, "It's... a bit cold."

Long Te'ao clicked his tongue softly, scolded coquettishly, and closed the door behind him.

As soon as the door was closed, the room suddenly became dark. Long Te'ao sat down on the small bed behind him, and said quietly: "Okay, let's continue."

Xiaoba swallowed, and almost punctured the white paper with the trembling pen tip.